Screaming at the ghetto fabulous contestant Tiffany to “take responsibility for yourself!” Tyra Banks goes off the rails on “America’s Next Top Model.” Hell hath no fury like a lingerie model scorned.

2) The ultimate sophisticated T

L.A.-based designer James Perse, who makes the most elegantly constructed, comfortable T-shirts ever, opens a freestanding shop this month in the West Village; go to jamesperse.com for more info.

3) Full (Big) House

Replacing “Hurlyburly” as the off-Broadway play to see is “Privilege” (opening Apr 25). Written by Paul Weitz (who co-wrote “About a Boy”), it’s the story of two Upper East Side teens whose dad is indicted for insider trading. Bonus: Dad is played by Bob Saget.

4) The ultimate logo T

Ironic? Obnoxious? Cheeky? Whatever – it’s in demand: Sold out with a waiting list, this T by art star Ryan McGuinness can be back-ordered at Krudmart.com for a mere $29.

5) Retuned Ford

The fashion world had a collective aneurysm as Tom Ford announced the end of his retirement, his collaboration with Estee Lauder and the re-injection of his louche lux to American style.

6) Christ vs. Satan

The six-episode doomsploitation serial “Revelations” kicked off amid much hysteria this week, despite having the most obvious denouement since “Titanic.” Co-starring, of all people, Limp Bizkit’s Fred Durst (last seen starring in a homemade porn tape).

Making a well-deserved mockery of “affordable” home decorating bibles like Design Within Reach, West Elm and the forthcoming Domino is the new Target catalog, packed with ultra poppy-yet-sleek designs by Isaac Mizrahi and Michael Graves.

9) Jack White vs. Satan

Last seen getting yelled at by Loretta Lynn at the Grammys, this week Jack White announced a new White Stripes record, “Get Behind Me Satan,” (June 7), to be followed by a North American tour. And the Country Music Channel is re-running Jack and Loretta’s “60 Minutes” lovefest on a loop this week.

10) Spring’s sleeper read

Brutal, riotous and deadpan, Sam Lipsyte’s “Home Land” tells the abject failure of the narrator as he writes, bitterly, to his high school alumni newsletter. Better than Foer!